There's a certain joy that enters me,However agitated my surreal day.It comes like wind-blown silk, voluptuously,Near turning me to itself. My feelings sway,Knots untangle, the breeze takes me away!In moments I'm disengaged, fluttering free,Nodding yes within, without, all play,Going where I need do none but be.Or calm, like the stillness of green water,Falls gently, inundates my inner cry;Yearning quiets, I become the daughterOf all that undertakes to soothe a sigh:Use letters left then down to find out why.